Sometimes I sit and watch the ink leak from my pen. It comforts me to know something else bleeds the way I do.
It's an interesting feeling, really, to scroll through all the numbers in your phone, and realize that there is no one who will understand.
My skin is burnt but it heals my heart, with growing pride I’ll wear my scars, I am honored by you hate
I guess for some people its always a little easier to appreciate the rainy days instead of sunny days...
I've lived in this place and I know all the faces. Each one is different, but they're always the same. They mean me no harm but its time that I face it, they'll never allow me to change... But, I never dreamed home would end up where I don't belong... I'm moving on.
Where ever I am I always find myself looking out the window wishing I was somewhere else
There's a girl in my mirror crying tonight and there's nothing I can tell her to make her feel alright...
I can't stop crying... I don't understand, and it's not the loud, screaming crying... it's just the tears continuously roll down my face, and I can't do anything to stop them.
Someday I'll fly away.
This isn't a perfect world. People do get hurt. You smile when you feel like crying. You act like you're ok, when you're falling apart inside. And you try to let go, you try to move on, because you know there's nothing else you could do.
I have no clue why I do what I do. my problems tear at my soul.and I cry silently. No one will ever understand me except for other people like me.
What you think is what you are. what you peruse becomes your reality.
You ask why I say nothings wrong when really everything is. You should know what wrong. Your my friends, your making bad decions and its killing me to see you suffer like you are. You just never see how what your doing effects me because you don’t care enough to look and see.
I was lost. There was nobody for me to talk to about all that you were troubling me with. So I sat alone, with everything inside, and cried myself to sleep.
when you talk about feelings, words were too stiff, they were this and not that, they couldn't include all the meanings. In defining, they always left something out.